A glass of wine, well, a finished glass of wine, and eyes that are slowly getting heavier and heavier. Sleeping babies, sleeping husband...why am I not sleeping? Toys are still all over the floor, I think there's even some corn left on the table from dinner (don't judge me), laundry is piled up. In fact, I was finishing up what was downstairs and felt pretty good about the fact that I had done all the clothes and towels and such until I came upstairs, looked in my bathroom and saw the TWO baskets full of dirty clothes. Oh, it just never ends.
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I've been thinking the last couple of days that I've needed to shake things up a bit with myself. I pulled out my "towanda" and stuck it to the man. Just kidding, I don't even know what that means.
Yesterday Jeff and I, and the boys, went to Heroic Ink where I got a lip ring. Not a hoop, just a stud. And I love it. Makes me feel a little more...bad ass. {And for the record, there is no other word for 'bad ass' on thesaurus.com otherwise I wouldn't have used a 'swear' word.} However the meaning of said word is this:
1. (of a person) difficult to deal with; mean-tempered; touchy
2. distinctively tough of powerful; so exceptional as to be intimidating
3. a mean-tempered troublemaker
Yep. Totally defines me. Especially the 'exceptional as to be intimidating' part. :) I'll put up a photo as soon as the swelling goes down and I don't look like I got all jacked up on one side of my lip.
Sometimes I forget that I like tattoos and piercings (within reason). So in case you're wondering where this came from, or worried I'm going through a
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Been gettin' my craft on lately. LOVING it. A friend comes over every week and we try to get some sort of craft accomplished. Whether it be an Easter basket, or leg warmers. The first two weeks were a fail. My sewing machine didn't work plus we were doing dinner for all of us and trying to finish up some sort of creative-ness before kids' bedtime. Don't try that. It doesn't work.
I'm so proud of what I've made so far, though! I'm going to add a link and make it 'official.' Pictures to come.
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I think we may have gotten Roman addicted to sleeping in our bed. Woops. Have I ever mentioned I dread bedtime? And that I wish the boys could have their own rooms, at least until they're both sleeping all night long. So sometime last week Roman was having an ever-so-common-these-days melt down before bed. I'm pretty sure I was tired and grumpy, not wanting to fight it, and especially not wanting Viggo to wake up, so I tossed him in our bed, closed the door and he fell asleep pretty fast....after he finished wiggin' out. Ever since, that's just what we've been doing. Because it's easy. And once or twice I just let him sleep with us all night, but wont again because, man, that boy is a PILLOW.HOG! He really likes to snuggle. Like, really likes to snuggle. He's like a blanket. Right up in your personal space leaving a mear inch for you to rest your weary head on the pillow that he has his body sprawled across. And he can't have his own pillow. No. You must share yours with him. He gets quite bent out of shape if you try to move him or yourself to a more comfortable sleeping arrangement regarding pillows.
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Viggo is all about everything now. It's hilarious. He's getting to be quite the chatty Kathy too. 'Nah nah nah's' and 'Dah dah dah's' are flying outta that boys mouth. He never wants a 'baby' toy. Too good for those. He prefers to jump ahead a couple years and play with Roman's dinosaurs, cars, drumsticks...pretty much whatever Roman has in his hands, Viggo wants. Already he's becoming that annoying little brother and I love it!
One thing that Viggo is not all about, however, is snoozing all night. All of a sudden it's like he's a newborn again and gets up every couple hours at night wanting to nurse. And not necessarily just to eat. He's a comfort nurser as well. Part of me hates it, but part of me loves it because it's really the only time he snuggles with me. He's not a snuggler. It's sad. So, torn I am, about deciding when to let him put himself back to sleep. I probably won't do anything about it, just so you know. ;)
Oh, and sorry, no photos on this one. Next time. Promise.
1 comment:
I could almost copy and paste this post to my blog (aside from the lip ring) and it's work. Ki is so the same as Roman with sleeping! We let him sleep in our bed, then move him sometimes too because it's way easier and less risky with waking Ella up. And Ella is the same way as Viggo. :)
Sorry I flaked on you this week! I had no tellie and missed your text. We need a solid plan to hang next week. Any day but Wednesday.
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